That can't be right....

There's no way she's 6 months already!! I just had her. Just look at my gut. I have proof!

Alas, it's true. My baby is 6 months old and I'm really struggling with the fact that my kids are growing up. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy most of it, but the older they get the older I get, and that part I don't enjoy. But I have to tell you that the day that all 3 kids can wipe their own butts, without making it look like the poop fairy waved her wand over the entire bathroom, is a day I truly look forward too.

Today in particular has been a milestone day. My baby's officially 6 months. My kindergartner has one more day before he's a FIRST GRADER. And my 2 year old had his first time out today. Why don't I tell you why....

So being the fantastic mother that I am, I decided it would be a great idea to go volunteer at the kindergarten water play day. So I bust out the double stroller, pack up the younger two, and trekked to the playground. I even showered before noon! This was a big day for us. So as soon as my foot hit the playground asphalt I hear it. The bloodcurdling scream of a ticked off two year old. Sigh. Really? We just got here, I think to myself. I tried to ask him what was wrong, so I could FIX it, but Levi doesn't talk. Seriously, my child doesn't talk. He's in speech therapy, but during moments like this the only vocalization I get is ear piercing screams. I decide we should wait it out and see if his mood improves. Weird thing happened, it actually got worse, who would have thought? So for the next half hour I attempted to help out while the snot monster followed behind me oozing mucous from every pore and shrieking like a wild banshee, wiping it on every available surface, mainly my clothes. Ugh. That was it. I couldn't do it anymore. I threw the snot covered turd over my shoulder, grabbed the stroller, and marched out with my head held high, while the playground moms watched and did the mental 'tsk-tsk'. But they all saw the crazed look in my eye....no one dared say anything. I'm hardcore like that. I got the screaming pile of boogers home and plopped him in his bed. "TIME OUT" I declared in my best 'I mean business buster' voice and I shut the door and waited....and waited...and waited. Why wasn't he opening the door, crying for mommy, objecting in any way??? Instead he sat on his bed and quietly read a book for 10 min without a peep! Whatthe?? I just don't get this kid. I still have no clue what he was even crying about!

But whatever, he's happy now, and now I know that he can sit in a time out. Winner winner chicken dinner! Booya! On a happier note...here's a picture of six month old Presley...those boys don't stand a chance! And yes...daddy has lots of guns.